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Solaris is another prequel to the Lone Wolf Series. After Saltulle, Matilda’s family was sent to the planet, Solaris – a dangerous and deadly environment. Being a full Guild member, she was sent to another planet. Knowing Solaris is dangerous, Captain Richard Delf is trying to convince the Mining Guild Board to evacuate the miners and their families, before disaster strikes.

The light on his desk comlink flashed alerting him to an incoming message. With a sigh, he took the call. The elegant face of an exotic, dark haired, statuesque woman filled the Tri-D projection.

Inclining his head politely, he spoke in a very reserved tone. “Chairman Spenser. You honor me, ma’am.”

“Richard, how long have we known one another?”

“Close to fifteen years, ma’am.”

“Then cut the crap, Rich. I don’t have time for games. What’s going on? Why have I got formal complaints on my desk and the…

They discover that Brian’s house has been attacked and the police are there. Instead of sticking around, they look for clues leading to their parents. They pick up a trail and follow the adults to the woods.

Deidrich stood in the clearing, surrounded by a variety of black, unsightly creatures that ranged from evil looking birds to stumpy, imps with horns. Deidrich swung his arms, hurling blue balls of energy at the huddled people. Janus stood with them, attacking any imps that came near.

Jordan couldn’t see Brian in the circle of trees. Her parents and his fought Deidrich alone. Shocked, she almost jumped out into the clearing. A voice in her head told her to wait. She gazed across the clearing and saw Brain in the trees. He held a finger to his lips, motioning with his hands. Instructions filled her mind and she knew exactly what he wanted…

When they come out of the dojo, they discover that their parents are missing and there are signs of a struggle. They call Andre of the Louisiana group, only to find out they are already on the way.

“No. The house is well built and the dojo is soundproofed. We didn’t hear a thing,” Jordan said, tears in her eyes. “How can they just be gone?”

“Go by my house first,” Brian said, giving directions. “That would be their first stop. Heath knew Dad was there.”

They knew something was wrong before they arrived. Police cars, lights flashing, lined the road. The house stood with all the doors and windows open, lights blazing. A smell of fire lingered in the air, but nothing was burning.

Brian leaped out of the truck before Andre came to a full stop. He ran up to the nearest police officer.

Alton and Velda (which hasn’t got a proper name yet) is my maiden voyage into more traditional fantasy. My other fantasy work has been set in more modern times. I am pleased.

“Can you help us with that?” Alton asked.

“I can.”

“Will you?”

Old Jon chuckled. “You’re learning, Sapling.”

Alton tried not to be offended by that nickname, but it rankled. He was hardly a child. Among his own kind, he was still a young man. By human standards, he was probably of an age with Old Jon.

“Don’t like that, do you, youngun’?” The old man winked. “Think you’re old as me?” He shook his grizzled head. Sapling, I was merely old when the world was young. When you were a lad, I was ancient. Truth is, I don’t know my age anymore. But trust me, even Oak Mother is a spry sapling in comparison to Old…

Brian and Jordan decide to spar in the Barrett’s dojo. When they come out, Zofia is waiting for them, clearly upset.

Brian walked behind and to her left, his own eyes trying to pick out details in the gloom. He felt the hairs on his neck rise and knew something was horribly wrong. Where were their parents? Why hadn’t they warned the children? Why hadn’t they asked them for their help?

The smell of sulfur assailed their nostrils when they got to the front rooms of the house. A fire burned in the living room fireplace, nearly down to coals. Furniture was knocked over, black singe marks marred the hardwood floor and area rugs. Grit crunched under their feet. Brian stooped to investigate as Jordan turned slowly, taking in details. Crystalline grit clung to his sweaty fingers. It had a familiar odor to it that he could detect, even with…

Jordan and Brian find it a little intimidating knowing that they are destined to be married in the future.

“Even if it wasn’t written in the stars, or whatever, I would’ve wanted to meet you and get to know you. You’re smart and funny and you get my sense of humor—even if you do hit me with pillows when you’re mad.”

Jordan bopped him with a small pillow from the ratty basement couch.

“Dammit, do you have one in every room just so you can hit me?”

He laughed, taking the pillow from her, popping her on the head with it. They wrestled around, grabbing the pillow, giving one another playful blows with it.

“I have an idea,” Jordan said, breathless and laughing. “We have a sparring mat in the other room.”

“What other room?”

She beckoned to him, leading him passed the laundry room to an almost invisible door…

Not only has Brian had a crash course in telekinesis, Jordan has been taking lessons too. She and the other women prepared a special meal to help protect them and boost their powers.

“This is delicious,” Brian said after taking a bite of the bread.

Jordan blushed, ducking her head.

Jackie patted her daughter’s hand. “You did well. Now, to tell you about the meal. The bread is infused with herbs that will help in healing and protection. The apples contain cinnamon, cloves, allspice and ginger. All these help with healing and protection as well. Maribelle, tell them about the rice.”

“I added saffron, three different peppers—red, black and white. Also, turmeric, cumin, fennel and a little ginger. These herbs add to strength and mental energy as well as helping to augment your psychic powers.”

The other dishes on the table each had specific combinations of herbs and spices that…

“If you’ve paid any attention to the news vids, you know about the situation on Starflatz,” Greyling said.

All of them knew that there was a major coup going on. No one knew from one moment to the next who controlled the government, but it was swaying more and more into the hands of a radical leader named Aurous Aurialonus. He was a madman who was anti-establishment, anti-Committee and anti-military, although he controlled the current military in Starflatz’s major city, Gundesburg.

“He’s got things in a right mess, I know that,” Ray interjected. “Is he really as nuts as they say?”

Greyling weighed her answer carefully. “No, he’s worse. He’s captured the entire royal family and he plans to kill them off one by one if they don’t acquiesce to his demands.”

“Which are?”

She rolled her eyes heavenward as if saying a silent prayer. “Too bizarre to relate. His…

Wall of Time is a prequel to my Lone Wolf Series. It’s not out yet, but it will be! That being said, I like this scene and wanted to share it.

Dressed in bright red leather pants and bustier, the tall blonde sported a long, black leather duster and high, metal heeled, cowboy boots. A powerful handgun rested on her left hip. A whip graced the other.

Wil’s smile grew broader when she came up to him, standing less than three inches away, her breasts brushing his chest, her hips a whisper from his. Reaching out one leather clad hand, she grabbed his crotch in a very friendly fashion. His right hand held his drink, but his left glided down her arm in a familiar caress, his cyber eye checking her hands and feet for weapons. He found plenty, smiling.

Once they get back to Jordan’s house, she’s taken to the kitchen to help her mother prepare dinner. Heath takes Brian to play pool in order to practice his skills.

“My only daughter is your future mate,” Heath said quietly, his teeth clenched. “You need to be able to protect her. Now, let’s take this seriously and try again.”

Brian didn’t flinch away from Heath’s anger, but he was somewhat intimidated. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “You’re right.”

He leaned over once more, going through the steps Heath had told him. Closing his eyes, he visualized the other ball, seeing the cue ball as an extension of the stick. His arm cocked back and he hit the cue ball in just the right spot. The balls scattered to the pockets, nearly all of them going in. Three were left, spinning on the felt.